Saturday, January 12, 2008

I am a bundle of nerves.

I get so incredibly anxious before any event I plan that I typicaly just do things spur of the moment to save myself the worry and the nervousness. I'm always afriad that something will go wrong. My biggest fear has always been that no one will show. Or that maybe 3 people will and I'll look like an even bigger loser than I actually am.

So fucking nervous.

I'm sitting here with hair dye on my head, listening to Five Finger Death Punch. I fucking LOVE this band! I saw them at either Ozzfest or The Family Values tour (I really think it was Ozzfest, but I just can't remember) and I wanted to jump in the pit so bad that it pissed me off a little. Had the stage they were playing on not been on asphalt, I so would've jumped in. I pussied out, though, cuzz I just didn't feel like nursing broken bones and/or horrible bloody scrapes. You should have seen some of the injuries. People just kept getting crazier and crazier! It was fucking awesome. I felt bad for the people that got hurt, but they knew what they were getting into the moment they stepped into that pit. No one complained about it either, which was cool. There are some people out there that will jump in the pit and then come out crying that it was too rough. o_O

I've got some heartburn goin on. Think I better take my Pepcid before I go.

Damn. Typing that sentence made me feel incredibly old. Hell, I'll only be 28 tomorrow, but I feel so much older. Ugh.

Welp, I'm ready now (due to the break I took to rinse my now incredibly red hair and to do my make up). I even decided to girl it up tonight, though I'm looking rather pudgy. Oh well. Time for booze!

1 comment:

Cricket said...

Happy Birthday tomorrow!

Hope you've partied so hard that you're allowed to sleep 'til noon.

Smashing red, love it.